روايات وقصص ضمن Captain America Black Widow Kiss

With Kevin's gaze, she reached out and locked her arms around Kevin's neck, and kissed him. No, she was not kissing him, but biting him. It was as if she was avenging herself for that night and returned the pain. In terms of affection, Kevin did not have much experience, but in the business world, he was the top boss who could control the wind and rain. After a moment of hesitation, he snatched the initiative and fiercely kissed her. "Thump, thump—" Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Nick Black pushed the door open and came in. "President Kyle..."

Waiting. "Most of you know Alexander Blackwood and I have been… privately engaged,” she began, her voice smooth as silk. “But tonight, I’d like to make it public.” A collective gasp rippled through the crowd. Alexander’s eyes widened. She walked up to him slowly, handed Chloe the mic like a queen tossing a rose to a servant, and grabbed Alexander by the lapel of his suit. Then she kissed him. Not a polite peck. Not a photo-op kiss. A full, searing, tongue-brushing, breath-stealing kiss.

"I'm sleepy, Mr. Blackwood." "Give me a kiss first." She immediately pressed her lips to his. The second she did, he kissed her back. To make sure they could actually sleep that night, he kept it short. His hand stayed obediently on her stomach and didn't wander. "Sleep." … Connor watched helplessly as Phoebe left with Gideon. They'd even kissed on the helicopter! Kissed? Phoebe and Gideon had kissed! The image became burned in his mind. Rage erupted through him, making him shake violently all over. Wave after wave of nausea rolled in until he couldn't stop dry-heaving. His face grew paler and paler.

Adrian whispered against his lips. ​He leaned down, closing the final inch of distance between them. The kiss was slow, deep, and completely unhurried, heavy with the quiet, revolutionary peace that had redefined their entire existence. The old, toxic power dynamics that had brought them together—the calculated rules, the forced tests of compliance, the desperate, survival-driven battle for control—had completely burned away into nothingness. In their place stood a flawless, unwavering equilibrium. They were two equals who had survived the collision, stripped away each other's armor, and chosen to anchor their souls to one another.

She cupped my face and kissed my jaw. "It's okay, Char. I do understand your situation. I'm sailing in the same boat. Our kids need us more but sometimes I only need you in my arms." I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her neck. "I love you, Sebestian Blackwood." She kissed my lips passionately and straddled me. "Are you seducing me, Mrs. Blackwood?" I raised my brow as my cock was hard again. "What do you think?" She smirked and next moment, I felt her hand wrapping around my cock while her other hand sensually roamed on my chest.

"By the authority granted to me by the Council of Elders and blessed by the Moon Goddess herself, I crown you, Emma Blackwood, Supreme Luna." He placed it gently on her head. It fit perfectly, like it had been made specifically for her. Because it had. James's voice boomed across the clearing. "And so the bonding has been initiated. Supreme Alpha Darrell Blackwood—you may now kiss your Luna." The words had barely left the officiant's mouth before the two of them pulled each other into a deep kiss. And holy hell, what a kiss. It wasn't tentative or careful. It was passionate, desperate, and all-consuming as if they had been starved for it.

**Pov Cassandra** The kiss with Alpha Xavier was intense, as if the world around us had ceased to exist. His strong hands held my waist, pulling me closer, while his fingers delicately trailed up my neck, tugging at my hair. His touch sent waves of adrenaline through my body, making me gasp involuntarily. When we finally parted, breathless, Alpha Xavier pressed a soft kiss on the top of my head, his hands still caressing my flushed cheeks, as if the contact was something he didn’t want to lose.

Rashka said and knelt down beside her. He held her chin softly and tilted her head up so he could have access to her lips. He murdered some words under his breath before planting a soft kiss on her lips. Rashka didn't only have the power to take lives in his kiss. He also has the power to restore. A subtle warmth spread from Rashka's lips to Reyana's, suffusing her body with a soft glow. Her chest rose and fell more steadily, and after a tense moment, her eyelids fluttered open.

“And do you Alpha King, Quade Steele, take Alpha Layla Blackwell as your mate and wife, until death do you part?” “For this life, and for any other that we may have. I do,” I answer quietly. “Then, by witness of the Goddess, I announce you husband and wife. You may kiss-” I’m already cupping her face, pressing my lips against hers. Tingles, delicious tingles course through me. Her soft gasp becomes a whimper as she slowly kisses me back, her heart thudding, her hand resting on my chest. Her sweet enticing scent makes me deepen the kiss, fighting back the hunger I feel.